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2:40 AM
November 13th, 2012

Day 2 - Least favorite game - Fatal Frame I

sheepamongstthewolves:

Fatal Frame I

 Comparing the games I,II and III - I’d have to say I is my least favorite game. I don’t hate the game, just to make things clear. When I compare it against III and II, I can’t remember being as scared in this game as I have with The Tormented and Crimson Butterfly.

Fatal Frame I, just like II and III has a beautiful story line to it and since parts of the story itself was based on real events it just makes it twice as creepy. What I didn’t like about FF I was it’s graphics. I was so used to graphics off the PS2 that when I played Fatal Frame I, I couldn’t help but laugh (I’m so sorry to the FF I fans out there, D:). And not only were the graphics bad, but the voice acting for the English version was just dreadful. 

Broken neck bitch still roaming about and pissing me off. I think she over did the limbo rock. 

BUT HEY, the upside of playing the whole game? Mafuyu is HOT…. 

(Source: alicekilljoy)

9:58 PM
September 6th, 2012

The Creationist

sheepamongstthewolves:

((This is originally a dream of mine, but I thought it would make such a pretty story.))

 It was a cold room. It was the same chains and leather. It was the same brick wall I was being bashed against when I felt the need to become violent. It was all the same…and as my broken breathing echoed in the closed cell of the mental asylum - I looked up at the barred window, hoping for some bright light to appear.

None came.

I was forever to be trapped and the truth was sinking in.

I looked down at the straight jacket that they wrapped me up in, I could feel the cold sweat run down my forehead.

I was being drugged into hysteria. None of these helped me. No one would. No one.

Suddenly, a bright light started spilling into my room from the ceiling and down on the damn brick floor like a spot light on stage. Dried leaves of brown and gold fell from the ceiling like snow.

 I looked up at the source - it was a huge hole. I heard someone calling me faintly, she said ‘come into the light.’ and as curious as I was, I did what I was told. I walked under the light and looked up. I was blinded by such brightness that I had to blink once or twice and hold up my hand over my eyes. 

 I was scared… but a hand came from the light, and I reached up at it - not knowing what would come next. I was pulled up. Up into the light. Up into another world. Up into a beautiful place. 

 As I fell onto the grass and rubbed my eyes, a hand patted me in the shoulder. I looked up at the person and I could see a smile on her friendly, pretty and so pleasantly plump cheeks. Short blonde hair with grey eyes, a hand on her hip as she told me to get up. 

 She told me to stop willowing into the dark and told me to get up from the ground and unto my feet. I got up and she put a hand on my shoulder. 

 She was far from being an angel. If she was - she was made out of marble and stone, strong and sturdy yet so beautiful and calm. 

 I looked down and the straight jacket was gone… I was wearing a cottony dress. I was barefooted. I felt free. 

 The angel took my hand and pulled me towards the forrest. I told her I was afraid, but she told me it’s okay…’Because we all have to be scared once in a while.’ and as we were about to enter the tree infested forest, I looked at her with a distressed look on my face. 

“I’m scared…”

“It’s okay…” she told me.

“Please come with me..?”

“I can’t… This is your journey to take. But I’ll be here, if you want to come back.”

 Then she turned me around to face the forest and gently pushed me forewards as encouragement. Her hands imprinted on my shoulder. She would always be with me… it was printed into my soul. 

 As I continued to walk into the kingdom of trees, I fell upon a almost sad, almost angry jester. Messy curls for his hair and glasses. He stood tall with a smirk on his face. He asked me what I was doing in the forrest by myself - I said I was on a journey to somewhere and he told me he’d come along but not for too long… 

 As we begun walking, the angry yet sad jester started talking in a funny tone. He begun cracking jokes of his own, being sarcastic yet humorous that I couldn’t help but laugh at every word spoken. As I we reached a huge tree - he stopped. I looked back at him.

“This is where our journey ends. You have to go on without me.”

“B-But…”

“Keep laughing, and don’t worry about the world too much. Nothing good will come from it.” he told me.

“I’m…I’m scared.”

“It’s okay… If you want to come back, I’ll be here waiting.”

 With that said, I gave him one last smile before pressing on.

 On my way deeper into the forest, two girls grabbed onto my hand with such gentleness and looked up at me. They were so tiny, their small frames reminding me of innocence in it’s purest form. One of them was almost a almost skinny frame, the other a pleasantly plump girl - both baring dark hair and brown eyes. 

The two were like twins wearing white flowy dresses, but so different from one another. One was cheerful and enthusiastic the other was a happy but sad youth. The two of them clung unto my hand every step of the way.

They were my little sisters. The twin spirits that reminded me of youth. They ran into the forrest calling me into a game of ‘catch-me-if-you-can’ and I giggled and played along. I felt my heart leap as I ran into my glorious freedom. 

 It felt great. The wind in my hair, the calm and serine yet exciting world of innocence stained my skin - and as I was to approach a deeper part of the forest, they stopped and hugged me tightly.

“This is were our journey ends.” said the tiny framed child.

“You have to go on without us.” said the plump framed youth.

“Aren’t you coming with me? We can play over this big tree!” I said, a smile on my face filling the girls with excitement, but they fell silent.

“Sometimes - some things mustn’t be all fun and games.” said the plump framed child.

“If you want to come back, we will be here waiting.” said the tiny framed girl. 

 I nodded and kissed them on top of their little head and walked off. 

 It was silent. Eerie and silent. It was a different part of the forest, and as I pressed on, a tiny paper plane flew over my head. My gaze followed it… and the plane landed on the hands of a stranger seating on the end of a long table. He asked me to sit on the other end and I did. 

 This man was a mystery… He had a pilots cap covering his eyes as he kept his head down. He had dirty blonde hair and a smile was set on his face, taking my curiousity to know him fly off into the sky like his paper plane. As we continued to talk, my heart begun to beat violently it was painful.

 I couldn’t touch him, I couldn’t reach him - he was so far away.

 So far away. 

 I put a hand over my heart to make it stop beating like it did, but as I looked down I was bleeding. My white cottony dress stained with crimson and I got up from my seat in panic. I looked up at him wanting to know - but he had his head down, and couldn’t see that I was in pain. He was ignorant to it all. 

Scared - I fled. I ran as fast as I could. I stumbled down a hill and I got up from the dirt as the concrete angel whispered in my ear to stand. I did. I felt thorns rip my dress as the branches pulled me back, but I fought my way into my escape. My skin now bruised and cut - I was bathing in my blood and I began to cry. Keep laughing. Keep laughing even if your in pain. The words of the miserable jester came to me - I laughed the pain away. 

 I slipped down the hill and into the cold waters. 

 I was now drowning in sorrow. 

 I closed my eyes… I was now losing this game… I was to face defeat in death. 

 Sometimes - some things mustn’t be all fun and games…the voice of the twin sisters in white called to me, and I fought for the surface. As I broke free and gasped for air, I swum to shore. 

 From the waters a was reborn. 

 The bruises gone. The cuts healed. And the people from the forest stood in front of me, they were all in a light - they were all there when I wanted to come back. The concrete angel walked towards me and they all spoke to me in a chorus:

“Your journey has now ended - now it is time to create a new journey. That journey has now begun…” and with that said, the angel pushed me back gently and I fell. I was now falling. 

 I opened my eyes to find myself inside the cell again. It was all a dream - but I had a journey yet to create. I was now a creationist. 

The End

(Source: alicekilljoy)

9:57 PM
September 6th, 2012
sheepamongstthewolves:

had nothing good to do. 


sheepamongstthewolves:

had nothing good to do. 

(Source: alicekilljoy)

9:42 PM
September 6th, 2012

sheepamongstthewolves:

So yesterday I was called out of the house for our research paper, that’s due on Monday. Here are some snap shots of yesterdays action. 

The person in the last photo is shane, texting our companions to hurry up with the food cause I was getting cranky. :/

(Source: alicekilljoy)

9:42 PM
September 6th, 2012
sheepamongstthewolves:

On the way home, I took a few shots of these red leaves… Red is my favorite color. I couldn’t resist. 


sheepamongstthewolves:

On the way home, I took a few shots of these red leaves… Red is my favorite color. I couldn’t resist. 

(Source: alicekilljoy)

9:42 PM
September 6th, 2012
sheepamongstthewolves:

Yellow bells are very common in the Philippines… They’re very beautiful and they hold such memories for me. When I was younger, my father and I use to go to the park and yellow bell flowers were everywhere. 
Yellow bells are a memento of my past. 


sheepamongstthewolves:

Yellow bells are very common in the Philippines… They’re very beautiful and they hold such memories for me. When I was younger, my father and I use to go to the park and yellow bell flowers were everywhere. 

Yellow bells are a memento of my past. 

(Source: alicekilljoy)

9:42 PM
September 6th, 2012
sheepamongstthewolves:

A quick snap at Shane and the stupid mug…XD 


sheepamongstthewolves:

A quick snap at Shane and the stupid mug…XD 

(Source: alicekilljoy)

9:42 PM
September 6th, 2012
sheepamongstthewolves:

And here is the beautiful sunset, on my way home from a long day…


sheepamongstthewolves:

And here is the beautiful sunset, on my way home from a long day…

(Source: alicekilljoy)

9:42 PM
September 6th, 2012
sheepamongstthewolves:

All I needed was this. :D


sheepamongstthewolves:

All I needed was this. :D

(Source: alicekilljoy)

9:42 PM
September 6th, 2012
sheepamongstthewolves:

In Memory of my Grandfather. This is located at the small little ‘Kubo’ we have just behind out house. 


sheepamongstthewolves:

In Memory of my Grandfather. This is located at the small little ‘Kubo’ we have just behind out house. 

(Source: alicekilljoy)